to heal these wounds is for the brave our stairs to climb, our swords to stave armor shattered, pain well wrought old self ruined by all they’re not live in the present—born anew it's what I know I now must do
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to heal these wounds is for the brave our stairs to climb, our swords to stave armor shattered, pain well wrought old self ruined by all they’re not live in the present—born anew it's what I know I now must do
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